Things to do

seeping out of my sulci

onto my face, my back

Like water coming out

of the mountain rock

Meanwhile my tea

is getting cold

I cyanometer and say

Sorry, Paris, not today

I'm already in love 

till Monday

Saw a big city

It's dense with 

traffic and fried smells

There were an old cab

turned zombie car

shiny things and river vibes

I need to get out more

But when I'm back

our sweet community is where it's at

Play play play

he tolerates

everything else 

does he not?

When an illness surfaces

it's a sign

something has been healed

Rejoice